Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.